Raid the Kitchen

Teaching Abby a lesson in humility was well worth it, but your hyperactive mind is immediately onto the next thing - mainly, satiating some roaring hunger. You wander towards the back of the house and find a common area with couches, tables, bookcases. It's dark, other than the eerie glow from the flat-screen TV on the far wall, shuffling through Netflix titles while the screensaver runs. Further down the adjoining hallway seems to be more rooms, so you hang a left in hopes of finding a pantry to raid before you start knocking on doors.

Behind a set of gray, swinging doors, you find a deserted restaurant-level kitchen. Though you'd imagine it's usually inhabited by a chef and full staff, it's empty for now, almost eerily quiet and sterile. You immediately make a mess of the place searching loudly through cabinets and drawers for anything to eat. It takes an embarassingly long time for you to find the pantry. And while it's stocked full, the snack selection is underwhelming - low-fat, low carb, no-gluten and diet options abound - but you try to make do with some microwave popcorn. You slap the bag in the microwave and hit the preset button. The machine whirs loudly as you stare at it in a quasi-trance and after a few seconds, the bag pops to life as well.

"Can I help you, young man?" a stern voice suddenly asks.

You nearly jump out of your skin at the unexpected interruption. "Holy fuck!" you yell. "Who the fuck are you?"

Hands on her hips, a short woman stands in the kitchen doorway with a frown across her face. Wearing a long-sleeved, button down sleep outfit, it's not the sexiest look in the world. It's even too baggy to see how curvy her body may be. "I asked first," she replies with a haughty attitude while flipping her long, blonde ponytail over her shoulder.

"Well, I'm David, and I'm starving," you reply while looking the new visitor up and down, slowly realizing another opportunity for corruption has stumbled into your lap. Even without being able to ogle her, you are making a bet that the universe will provide.

"That doesn't explain what you're doing here," she says. "This is an all-female sorority house. No men allowed."

"Yeah, that's what that Abby chick said," you offer with a knowing smile. "I think she ended up agreeing with me, though."

Her resolve falters slightly at this revelation but only for a moment. "You spoke to President Abigail? And she let you inside? I don't believe you," she scoffs.

The microwave beeps the end of its cycle and you gingerly grab the bag from inside before ripping it open. You head for the door and start to move past this new visitor. "What can I say? I make a convincing argument," you say while holding back a laugh. "You'll see," you mutter under your breath as you push the door open.

"What was that?" she snaps like a scolding teacher.

"Oh, nothing," you say, knowing you don't need to force it. She'll end up where she belongs eventually. "I was going to watch a movie, are you going to join, ma'am?"

"It's Jessica, and, no, I won't because you're leaving!" She stomps her foot in frustration this time. But combined with her height, it's more cute than authoritative. "I'm the graduate resident here, and I can have campus police here so fast! So, don't make this messy and just go!"

"Oh, Jess, I would never," you reply over your shoulder.

"It's Jessica!" she shouts, again stomping her foot like a spoiled brat.

You turn around this time, and walk back towards her. Your voice loses its playfulness, replaced by a stern tone. "Listen, JESS, we both know that if you were going to call the cops, you would have done it. I already did this whole bit with Abby. And you can ask her how that conversation ended..." You ominously point down the hallway, and Jessica gasps as she finally notices Abby's prone frame on the floor. Jessica is frozen, staring in disbelief until she feels your hand on her shoulder and jumps in fright.

"Now come watch the fucking movie."

Your voice doesn't raise an octave, but the acidity in your tone easily melts what remains of Jessica's confidence. You lead her by the shoulder back to the den, pushing her down onto the couch. You shove your sweatpants down to your ankles and kick them aside before joining her. Jessica can't take her eyes off Abby down the hall and isn't snapped back to reality until your rough hand slaps against the back of her head.

"What? No, I can't---MMMPH!"

With one swift motion, her face is shoved into your crotch, cock buried to the hilt in her throat - much to your surprise. "Oh shiiiiit, you can take it deep?!" you croak. "What other secrets are you hiding?" you grunt, looking at her baggy outfit.

You roughly lift her off your cock as she desperately sucks in a gulp of air. You briefly release her hair only to grab her top with both hands and send buttons flying as you rip it open. "Fuck me," you breathe as what's revealed beneath is a pair of incredibly fat, heavy tits that are comically mismatched to her tiny frame. "Fuck me," you repeat, still awed by the sight before finally snapping back to reality. "How dare you hide these monsters from me? Now you really need to get punished..." you chide.

Even knowing what's coming this time around, Jess isn't ready when you grab her head for a 2nd time and reacquaint her face with your cock. Again, she swallows all of you with ease, now with her bare tits pressed tight against your thigh. You switch and keep your left hand tight against Jess' skull, moving her up and down just enough. You reach your right hand and grab the waistband of her sleeping outfit, pushing it down to bare her ass, just as big and round as her tits. "God damn, why are all you uptight bitches so stacked and slutty?" you muse while giving Jess' ass a hard spank that echoes into the hall. This produces Jess' first gag - a loud, exaggerated GLURK! - and so, of course, you spam that move again and again.

SMACK! GLUCK! SMACK! GURGG! SMACK! GLUMPH!

Given her obvious experience, you don't hold back in pumping her head as fast as you can and using her tight mouth as a sex toy. Every so often, just to keep her honest, you hold her down tight with her nose pressed against your balls while you squeeze her ass tight enough to leave finger marks. Her titanic tits get the same treatment, easily overflowing your palm and fingers. All the while she valiantly holds every inch of you in her tight throat.

"Oh shit, we were gonna watch a movie!" you suddenly remark as a single intrusive thought bursts through the pleasure cloud fogging your brain. Never giving Jess a break, you deftly switch hands and grab the nearby remote from the arm of the couch and flick to the first movie in the top 10 with tits in the banner. "Ooh, an hour and 40? Think you can make the whole thing?" you offer to a gurgled response.

Of course, you know you probably aren't going to make it past the opening credits. You can already feel your balls churning as both hands cradle Jess' head. You start to edge yourself by going back and forth from fast, frenzied facefucking and slow deliberate plows deep into her gullet. Jess' resistance was limited to her tiny feet kicking against the back of her thighs in frustration. Even that begin to slow as she could probably feel - and taste - that the end was near.

You only make it five minutes into the movie before your whole body tenses and lifts off the sofa. With a silent scream, you unleash another gushing load into Jess' throat. Although she's probably exhausted, she immediately begins swallowing. One hand grips her head and holds her tight and the other grabs a healthy handful of her wide ass. "Oh, oh, oh, fuck!" you finally moan as the last spurts disappeared down Jess' gullet. Not a drop spilled in an impressive finish to an impressive display of oral talent.

"See, Jess," you breathe, "I knew we could get along..." You're about to start round two when there's a loud, authoritative knock at the front door. At first, you think it's the movie, but then it comes again, somehow louder this time. Loud enough to get Abby to stir a bit from her stupor. Jess tries to pop up from your lap, but your grip holds in her place for now.

"Alright, now who the fuck is that?"